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Friday, January 26, 2018
The lost art of forehead sweat
The latest episode of the X-Files contained several belly laughs. It's one of my favorite episodes ever. The whole thing is an absurd farce on our post-truth, fake news era, and goes after paranoid conspiracy theories, including itself. In this case it's 'they' who are programming all of our memories to recall something different that what really happened. I delightful romp on how memory works, and usually doesn't very well. It closes with Scully paraphrasing the trademarked "I want to believe" with "I want to remember." This one is well worth watching several times.
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